“I’m fine,” Yolanda smiled, “As long as everyone enjoys the breakfast I made, I’m good.”

With that, she pretended to notice Attlee for the first time, smiling and saying, “Morning, Dad. I’ve cooked up some grub for you and Mom. You haven’t tasted my culinary skills since we got back home.”

Attlee was originally ticked off, thinking his daughter was sleeping in. But seeing her being so dutiful and considerate now, he felt a pang of guilt and shame.

Such a good daughter, so what if she slept in?

He’s been too petty.

mood? Raised by a cleaning lady, she’s been through tough

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made on the dining table, untying her apron as she spoke: “I’ve been able to cook since I was five.

guilt deepened; he hadn’t realized she

up different veggies for her. Sometimes I’d

heart ached even more..

some point and saw Yoli cooking and sharing her childhood stories, gave her a thumbs–up on the

done, girl! Look at your father; he’s

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